Bryn looked at him searchingly for several long seconds before a slow smile curved her lips. ‘I accept that might have been one of the reasons, Gabriel—’
‘Oh, believe me, it was the prime reason,’ he assured her grimly.
Her smile didn’t even waver. ‘You like people to think you’re tough and uncaring, don’t you?’
‘I am tough and—’
‘You are most certainly not uncaring,’ she insisted firmly. ‘And you may manage to convince other people that you are, but I think you should know I haven’t fallen for it for some time now. Not since I realised I was in love with you,’ she added softly.
‘Bryn?’ Gabriel’s hand tightened about hers.
‘Don’t worry, I’m not saying that with any expectation of you returning the sentiment,’ she assured ruefully. ‘I just think you should know, before we start our affair, that I’ve realised since meeting you again that I fell in love with you five years ago—’
‘You— What affair?’ Gabriel demanded sharply as he released her hand before standing up.
‘—and that I’m still in love with you,’ Bryn continued determinedly. ‘And that I have no intention of having any sort of relationship with you now and pretending that I’m not—’
‘Bryn, did you really just say you fell in love with me five years ago?’ he repeated dazedly.
‘I did, yes,’ she admitted wryly. ‘And the reason I’m telling you this now is because I want you to know how I feel before you tell me in what way you helped my mother and I five years ago. It’s time for us to be honest with each other, Gabriel,’ she encouraged softly. ‘As such, I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings about why and when I fell in love with you.’
His eyes widened. ‘You heard your mother and I talking just now?’
‘Yes.’
Gabriel looked down at her searchingly, Bryn meeting that searching gaze unwaveringly. ‘You really fell in love with me five years ago?’ he finally murmured.
Bryn nodded. ‘On sight, I think. But it was all such a mess after my father was arrested. At the time I wondered how I could possibly still be in love with the man who had helped to put my father in prison,’ she added heavily. ‘I know the truth about that now, Gabriel,’ she assured him firmly. ‘I know that you tried to stop him, to save him from himself, and my father’s answer to that was to inform the press, and so making it impossible for him to walk away as you wanted him to do. I do believe that, Gabriel.’
‘Thank God,’ he groaned with feeling. ‘You really love me, Bryn?’ He looked at her searchingly.
She nodded. ‘In fact, I realised a couple weeks ago that you’re the reason I’m still a virgin at the grand old age of twenty-three,’ she acknowledged self-derisively. ‘No other man quite matched up to my first love.’ She looked up at Gabriel uncertainly as he still looked stunned. ‘Too much honesty for you?’
Too much? It was perfect as far as Gabriel was concerned. Bryn was perfect. For him. She always had been.
‘I have no words to tell you how much it...pleased me, to know there’s been no one else for you.’ Gabriel gave a rueful shake of his head. ‘But you should know now that I don’t want to have an affair with you.’
She blinked. ‘Okay.’ She nodded woodenly. ‘More fool me for having believed you still did.’ She drew in a deep, steadying breath. ‘That makes all of this a little embarrassing, but it doesn’t change any of what I’ve said—’
‘Bryn, would it surprise you to know that I fell in love with you five years ago too?’
She stilled, staring up at him with wide eyes, a gaze that Gabriel now returned with the same directness as she had a few minutes ago. ‘I know you said something like this before but—you couldn’t have done,’ she finally managed to protest dismissively. ‘I was chubby,’ she reminded him. ‘I wore those unbecoming dark-framed glasses. I was so ungainly I fell over my own feet all the time—’ She broke off as Gabriel gave a slow shake of his head.
‘To me you were voluptuously sexy,’ he corrected firmly. ‘And you had—still have—the most beautiful dove-grey eyes I’ve ever seen, glasses or no glasses. I found your occasional lack of balance endearing rather than ungainly. And I wanted you so damned much I could hardly think straight! You were only eighteen years old, and too damned young for me, but I wanted you anyway. Fell in love with you anyway. Plus,’ he continued firmly as she would have spoken, ‘after your father was arrested and you refused all my attempts at trying to speak with you again, I also had every reason to believe you hated my guts.’
Bryn stared up at him dazedly, sure that she couldn’t have heard him correctly. Gabriel couldn’t really have just said— ‘I never hated you, Gabriel.’
‘Of course you did.’
‘I hated the situation, not you,’ she corrected. ‘Would rather none of it had ever happened. But I know, I accept now, that my father was far from perfect, that he was responsible for what happened to him, no one else.’ She looked up at him again. ‘Gabriel, what did you do to help us five years ago?’
He grimaced. ‘Do we really have to talk about that now?’
‘Yes, we really do,’ she insisted stubbornly.
He sighed. ‘I’d rather not.’
‘And I would rather you did.’
‘You are so damned stubborn,’ he sighed.
‘Takes one to know one,’ she came back ruefully. ‘And if you don’t tell me then I’ll just ask my mother to tell me instead.’
Gabriel scowled his defeat as he sighed deeply. ‘I—’ He breathed deeply. ‘I paid all your father’s legal fees.’
Bryn just stared at him. All this time she had thought— Believed— ‘What else...?’ she breathed softly.
‘Isn’t that enough?’ he drawled.
‘What else, Gabriel?’ she persisted.
His mouth thinned. ‘I gave your mother enough money for the two of you to be able to move back to Wales. I wanted to give her more, enough to pay for you to go to university, but Mary wouldn’t hear of it.’
‘I should hope not!’ Bryn was absolutely stunned at learning how Gabriel had helped them all those years ago. ‘You really live up to your name, don’t you?’ she said wonderingly.
‘Don’t give me a false halo, Bryn,’ Gabriel rasped harshly. ‘I helped the two of you because someone had to.’
‘And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you had fallen in love with William Harper’s overweight daughter?’ she chided, an emotional catch in her throat for the man that Gabriel was, and always had been.
‘Voluptuously sexy,’ Gabriel insisted. ‘Which is exactly how you’ll look when you’re pregnant with our child. You do want children, I hope?’
‘Stop changing the subject.’
‘Just thinking of you all round with our child,’ he continued gruffly, ‘with your breasts so big they spill over the top of your bra, is enough to make me hard.’
‘Gabriel!’ Bryn stood up abruptly, her breathing uneven as she realised what he had said, what his words implied. A baby? Gabriel was talking about the two of them having a child together?
He quirked a self-derisive brow. ‘Too much honesty for you?’
Not enough. Not nearly enough!
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, feeling a thrill run through her as she saw the way Gabriel’s eyes instantly darkened at the provocation. ‘I— When exactly do you intend us having this baby?’
‘I think, for your mother and Rhys’s sake, and my own parents’, that we should probably wait until after we’re married.’
‘Married?’ she squeaked.
‘Married,’ Gabriel confirmed decisively.
‘But you wanted an affair.’
‘You assumed I wanted an affair,’ he corrected. ‘When we met again four weeks ago and I obviously couldn’t keep my hands off you, I decided to just take whatever you were willing to give me. But following on from your own honesty just now, you should know from the outset that I am very much in love with you, more so now even than five years ago, and that I won’t settle for anything less than the two of us being married to each other.’
Happiness swelled so big and so wide inside her that Bryn felt as if she might actually explode from trying to contain it. Gabriel loved her. Had always loved her. He wanted to marry her. Have babies with her!
‘I— You haven’t asked me yet,’ she reminded him breathlessly.
He grimaced. ‘I’ve learned that asking sometimes isn’t the right way to go about things where you’re concerned.’
‘Try me,’ she encouraged huskily.